Chapter 807: No. 176: Save me, I need to wash

No. 176: Save me, I need to wash.

There is indeed an obvious gap between people.

The stiffened Xiao Aomo, who dared not move, couldn't help thinking that.

Some people, such as his friend Bi Ze.

He could simply not look back at the field of interacting with the opposite sex, and directly skip class to that harbor which is sufficiently known (referring to the bionic person manual and production line numbers that can be checked).

And if nothing unexpected happens, he would be able to skip class like that for his whole life.

But Xiao Aomo himself cannot.

Because he only realized it later.

Basically, since the day he returned from Heaven Gate City, his ratio of heterosexual interaction had already, without him noticing, developed a serious tilt.

The decision to take up the post of Central Trainer is obviously a particularly huge weight; anyone can tell that Telesen, as a girls' school, must have an extreme yin-heavy, yang-light work environment.

Anyone can think of that, but who actually pays attention to it?

Apart from those who are already disadvantaged or inept in social interactions, anyone who sees it would not care much, and might even be unfazed or even pleased.

What's more, this is Jiemen District.

The locals have a natural goodwill toward the profession of trainer, easily letting people unconsciously overlook those inconveniences that are not frequently mentioned.

Even Aomo cannot deny that, when facing the letter invitation, deep inside his heart he felt a few throbs of excitement.

For any fan of horse girls, the option of 'becoming a trainer' has a special charm; besides that, he still needs to consider more realistic factors before he can rationally say he needs some time to think.

And in the midst of those considerations—he never imagined he would sprain his ankle in dealing with the opposite sex.

There are just too many influencing factors in this.

On one hand, as a mercenary he needs to build connections, which conflicts with his past consistent nature as a marginal observer; on the other hand, this academy has many mavericks, not lacking willful individuals who barge in rudely, making it impossible for him to maintain his former aloof pace.

Moreover, as a horse girl enthusiast himself, no matter how deeply he buries his own admiration, his attitude toward interacting with others… still shows a clear difference from the past.

This is even an 'abnormality' that he, who is accustomed to self-reflection, failed to notice at first.

By the time he notices this—could he possibly sever those current relationships?

Impossible, for those interpersonal relationships that have almost become the foundation of life have already formed, and most of them spread out like roots from the trainer as a central point; acting rashly would be like pulling a single hair and moving the whole body.

Changing to a universal lifestyle would indeed be a solution, but obviously he cannot get past that mental hurdle.

The four girls' lives have just begun, one of them even already in the second round; could he really just cut them off like that?

Obviously not.

He had made changes at Qielienina's place, and had also made a firm decision at Xiangyu Tuohai's.

Walking on a road that is completely opposite to the past, facing his own actually meddlesome heart.

Thus, he will again gain a completely new harvest.

Aomo actually knows little about one thing: that every person has their own unique trait, even if they are extraterrestrial and despised, that is also one kind.

Such uniqueness is clearly evident; compared to that, biological offspring can evoke empathy among their own kind, especially the protective urge of females toward their own kind…… but that is entirely a natural-law-like theorem, not something to call unique.

Of course, there are also exceptions like worms and such, but they ultimately belong to an extreme minority.

Therefore, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child naturally has an affinity for seventeen- or eighteen-year-old, twenty-something women, which is also perfectly natural.

But……

What does 'I want to hug you' mean?

Moreover, it is the 'hug' that opens the path with 'daku'.

Be aware that, in Jidong language, several expressions for hugging exist; this is especially advised not to use.

Because this is vocabulary for overly intimate contact, its very nature can serve as a subtext of mind-body communication…… Aomo, over these years in Jiemen District, in his contact with Jidong-related people, has only heard such things on screen.

Until today.

Until today.

On any other day, Aomo would be greatly shocked, and then laugh it off.

After all, these words came from Bopang's mouth; the child usually appears to have a communication disorder, and it's only natural for a cyborg's wording to be less humanized.

But today's him, however, has a psychological obstacle far greater than Bopang's communication impairment.

When the image of 'coming from Bopang's mouth' and the idea of 'Ludaofu Xiangzheng' are combined.

It gives even a short sentence the shock of a blazing sun flashbang.

Xiao Aomo was frightened right on the spot.

But after being frightened, what then?

Not only must he honestly come out to explain, but he must also proactively step forward in a compensatory manner.

"Master."

""

"Master?"

"What are you doing?"

Facing the bent-over, lowered posture, those ice-blue eyes that were just at the same height as himself, that pair of brown eyes naturally carries a cold detachment that sees through the mortal world.

Calm is gone; only a P face remains.

Around his waist are slender yet steady arms like a railing, and behind his head rests a soft peak; such an enviable treatment is nevertheless a state of being stiff all over and daring not to move—exactly Xiao Aomo tormented by an inexplicable psychological pressure.

"Judgment state: rejection; if you feel uncomfortable with the president's embrace, please express it directly."

"Huh?" Ludaofu, who was happily hugging Xiao Aomo, suddenly lowered her head in surprise, but since Xiao Aomo didn't lift his head, she could only see the other's black crown with a whorl, and a strand of white hanging down in front of the forehead.

"No discomfort." Xiao Aomo said expressionlessly.

That is true; rather, if he relaxed to feel what's behind him, he might become so comfortable that the eldest steps down to let the worthy take over, letting the second do the thinking.

Although the child's hardware foundation is low, when running it may occupy even more memory.

This is undoubtedly dangerous.

Especially now that Xiaolu, Sai Luo, and Jie Si Ti Si haven't left yet.

One big colander, one universe-level broadcast, one super agent who messes around on the internet—Aomo cannot let up at all, or else it won't just be a matter of social death.

——That black history might even spread in another universe.

"Really none?" Bopang asked again, causing Ludufu and Zhiji to each throw a surprised glance.

This person has always been considered a kind of 'problem child', and once had hopes of defending the Triple Crown, thus attracting attention; both the Student Council President and the General Affairs Commissioner are aware of it.

Thus they will also have the same doubts as the recent milk bath.

Isn't this kind of questioning statement rather abnormal?

Although they were doubtful, Xiao Aomo would still deny it to prevent those few from becoming self‑absorbed and depressed.

"No."

"All right, President, I request permission to transfer; it's my turn to hug Master."

""

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Aomo had never felt Bopang to be so ruthless and cold.

"Huh? Is it time already?" Ludufu asked, instinctively tightening his arms.

Xiao Aomo's breathing suddenly became uneven.

"Confirmed, time has arrived; next I will hug Master, Aimu Zhiji—you can also pinch Master's face."

"Uh." Aimu Zhiji hesitated, looking at Ludufu's embrace.

"Aimu Zhiji classmate, please drop the 'shy' state."

"Huh? No, I just wanted to say, President, aren't you holding too tight?"

Staring at the boy whose face had turned pale, the General Affairs Commissioner finally mustered the courage to point out the Student Council President's mistake.